"to the sirens first shalt thou come, who bewitch all men."--homer, odyssey
i hear him chant the fluid notes that wash the atmosphere blue and for the life of me, i let the color vegetate with the softness of his singing. where are the avian wings, the dreaded fangs that suit shipwrecked sailors' tales of destruction? his human fullness with his gift of voice spells a stormy sadness in its gravest form. how is it that beyond wise men's comprehension, the pleasure of demise is an unfounded truth? it serves me right for i am seduced; my landing home necessitates his siren's song.
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